[He just takes what Wade says literally and ignores his new designation. Honestly, he is decently hungry and he's never said no to delivery before.
He allows himself to be pulled, but he's visibly annoyed by it since it's his goddamn house.]
Left. [He hints.]
Do they not feed you down there? [He's sort of ignoring that Wade is really asking if this is a regular thing because what he's doing now (fussing) is easier.]
[ Wade would have rather stayed in bed with him for another few hours, nut the promise of a shower is simply too tempting to pass up. Wade hears left and feels around that wall for the bathroom, but admittedly his attention is mostly on Cable. He pauses here and there to drape his arm over his shoulder, press his mouth against his. Wade is testing out his new place not because he's interested in a new d/s lifestyle, but because he's introducing Cable to what could be. Which is rich seeing how new Wade is to this.
And he suspects that what could be won't work for them. But he suspects it's for most of the same reasons why he didn't contract with Ed. Finally, he finds the bathroom and he starts fiddling with the controls, brows furrowing. ]
Can't a guy want to cuddle? Bathe? [ After a moment, Wade gives up to put his arms around Cable's middle, not satisfied with the lack of intimacy he's had before he had to resume this tour of his apartment with Cable sliding out of his ass in the meantime. Wade hugs around his waist and noses against the side of his face. ]
I've seen where you live, so it must be pretty fuckin' bad if you can't stand it.
[Cable is not reciprocating the amount of affection he's getting from Wade, but he's also not shoving him off.
He doesn't have the emotional intelligence to articulate that he's overwhelmed by everything that has happened and that he has genuine concerns of alienating the closest thing he has to a friend.
Instead, he just leans over Wade and works the controls for him.]
Slow down.
[He murmurs, and it could apply to a range of things in this situation. He places his hands on Wade's shoulders and pushes him under the stream of water, which is (surprisingly) a pleasant temperature.]
[ Cable isn't always kind or soft, but he has his moments. Wade is reminded of this when he feels pushed under the stream of water and it's actually pleasant. Not functional, militant, with purpose. But he stumbles under that stream of water and it's the perfect pressure, temperature... fucking everything and Wade can't help but slide his eyes shut at the sensation.
Wade makes an orgasmic sound as he drops his head onto Cable's shoulder, pulling him into the shower with him. ]
They're so much better, holy fucking shit.
[ wade knows it, thanks to Rowena, but he also doesn't shower with her. Wade pulls Cable in and snatches the nearest bar of soap to side it, foaming, over Cable's skin. ]
[Cable allows himself to be pulled into the stream of water, since that's what they're here for.
There's plenty of room for two fully grown men and yet it's still an intimate space that forces contact. He's not sure how he feels about being scrubbed down like a muddy hog, but he's pretty deprived of gentle contact and so he allows himself to enjoy it.
His eyes fall shut as the stream of water hits his face and a small wince escapes him as he shifts his neck. He's always in some amount of discomfort from the virus and the addition of warm water is both soothing and a little uncomfortable.
Yeah. [ Wade replies, looking at Cable without meeting his eyes at first, but when he finally gathers the greed or courage to do so, his eyes are closed and Wade has to live with that missed opportunity. Wade's hands are gentle, at least, surprisingly so — he delicately slides his lathered hands over his body, steps in closer to kiss the side of his neck not ravaged by technovirus, although that's hardly a deterrent for him. ]
It's mandated. I'm allowed a total of three nights not where I'm supposed to be.
[ It's not like he's house-trained, although Rowena's tried, he just isn't passing up on the opportunity to slide his hands all over Cable's body, slick with soap — because this is kind of something Wade's into, surprised that Cable's letting him, given how intimate it is. Wade's hands slide down Cable's back and he wraps his arms around him instead, craving physical contact. He's feeling a lot of complicated things and telling himself it's only sex and the shower is only a kink and failing both. Cable probably wouldn't allow him to touch him so much if there wasn't something there, but Wade can't help but second guess anything when it comes to him. ]
I wanna see you again. [ Wade says, mouth partially muffled against his shoulder under a curtain of water. ] Make sure you're not being all noble and not, you know, having enough casual sex.
[ Wade falls terribly short of asking Cable if he wants to date, because he's a fucking coward and his timing sucks. ]
[Cable's lip curls into his iconic grimace as Wade describes another facet of the grim dystopia they're in. He can't help but feel guilt at the disparity between himself and Wade and every submissive.
It also draws his attention to the fact that he's receiving a disproportionate amount of service from Wade, even if he's clearly enjoying himself.
Cable's range is slightly limited compared to Wade, who is leaning over him. Still, he takes some of the soap and starts to lather Wade. In contrast to Wade's gentle, sweeping motions, Cable is methodically cleaning him.]
I'm not going anywhere. [President and CEO of Missed the Point dot Com.]
And I do fine for myself. [His voice lowers into a murmur that could be misconstrued as sexy rather than shame.]
[ Wade pulls his head back to look in Cable's face, surprised at the open invitation when he was already working on several plans involving home invasion and kidnapping to ensure he got to spend quality time with his time traveling not!boyfriend. He's fighting the urge to give Cable a smitten look, because suddenly feeling his hands mechanically washing his body is absolutely not the vibe, but also because he can't resist a good joke when it comes bubbling up to the surface. ]
Don't forget to wash under the caboose. You kinda came inside of me, I don't want to be clawing you out of me for the next thirty minutes.
[ Wade says, prissily, as if he's planned on luring Cable into cleaning up the mess he made. Looking down along his scarred body as he tries to guide one of Cable's hands down to his ass. ]
[The fact that Wade would absolutely break in whenever he pleased is at least partially a motivating factor. If he's going to have a stray cat that breaks in and eats his food and sleeps in his bed, he might as well put a collar on it.
Except they're not quite there, so it's really more like he's just leaving the door open a crack.
He rolls his eyes at Wade's playfulness.]
Yeah. I remember. [Hard to forget that.
He peels Wade off him and nudges him to turn toward the wall. His touch is slightly less methodical as he spreads Wade's ass and rubs his hole under the stream of water. His metal hand traces surprisingly delicately over the small of his back, then unfurls to push him further up against the wall.]
When you come here, you behave.
[He starts off a little uncertain with himself and his propensity for dirty talk, but he continues.]
[ Distracted, the smile slides off his face as he feels Cable pulling him away, soap suds that stick to him sliding off as he passes under the running water on his way to being put against the wall. Wade lets it happen, because he wants it, loves the way it feels to be directed, put in his place, put in whatever position Cable wants him to be. His back arches to what feels slutty and right beneath Cable's metal arm, and Wade turns to look at him, watching how his hand disappears under the swell of his ass to fish around in his hole, which is already tight. ]
Jesus —
[ Wade breathes, instantly turned-on. Cable's not exactly touching any hot spots but the way he's going about it makes Wade feel fucking orgasmic. He meets Cable's gaze when he tells him he has to behave. But he fucking clenches at 'my boy'. ]
Oh my god.
[ Wade whispers, a trickle of water snaking into his mouth as he shifts against the wall, unable to help himself, trying to fuck himself onto Cable's finger. He's hanging onto this moment forever, the time Cable made him promise to be his boy that he can't even say yes to, he can only nod at first, mouth sealing as he tries to suppress a shiver under a stream of hot water. ]
[A tried and true method for not marinating in the complicated feelings of having very passionate sex with someone who is barely a friend and yet incredibly important to you is to keep doing it over and over and think little of it.
Which is risky, because Cable knows Wade is becoming besotted with him in a way he doesn't really know how to react to. He can't really deny that he's fascinated with Wade, that there are multiple aspects of him he finds endearing and intriguing, but is he smitten? No. He's obsessive.
It doesn't exactly translate into casual dating for him. There are holes he doesn't want to fill but Wade slips into them.
Speaking of, Cable's finger traces around the rim of Wade's asshole. He doesn't force it in without lube, he eases it inside of him. Right up to the knuckle. He bares down on Wade so his ass sticks out more and they're closer to the same height, breathing against the shell of his ear.]
When I give you an order, you say yes sir.
[His finger curls inside of Wade and he hums approvingly.]
[ That's Wade's specialty — falling madly in love with unattainable people. But here he is, in Cable's fucking bathroom, and Cable's making himself available to him in ways he never thought possible. Checks off one kink after another until Wade is putty in his fucking hands. His body squeals down the wet shower wall as he's lowered against it, his back arching into a sharper dip.
Through the constant flow of warm water, it's more pressure that Wade feels than touch, but even with the gentleness with which Cable eases his finger in, Wade tries his best to relax his ass. For a guy who claims he's not a natural bottom, Wade sure seems to take him like the world's hungriest hole. ]
Yes, yes!
[ Wade moans, his voice weak under the sheer lead weight of his desperately horny desire. Cable's finger curls and Wade's thighs quake as his confused nerve endings start to jangle discordantly like he's already coming. Wade's chest hitches as he sucks in a wet breath, grunts as he tries to nod against the wall. ]
I'll be so fucking good for you.
[ More likely he'll be bad, but right now? He's pleading, begging for it. Cable's handing him the keys to the kingdom and he still feels like he has to ask. ]
[He corrects, punctuating it with a rougher jab inside of him.
In Cable's eyes, Wade has needy submissive written all over him and so there's no question to him that their designations are accurate. He does question how quickly he gets hard when he riles Wade up now, but it's not a problem for him now.
Cable almost laughs at Wade's promise, it comes out as sort of a hoarse, amused cough.]
I doubt that. [His finger goes back to curling inquisitively, pressing and searching for the spots that make Wade the most weak.]
[ That rough thrust of his finger makes Wade's back stiffen, but Cable's right — Wade has to come to terms with the fact that he was fucking made for this, is the very picture of a needy, bratty submissive. One who deserves the very disbelieving laugh that barks out of Cable.
Wade trembles when that searching finger tests his hole again, and turns out said hot spots are easy to find and plentiful, or at least Wade is that level of turned on. Wade presses into it, twisting his ass to help him map out what gets him off, his breaths hitching in his chest as he lets out a higher pitched groan. He can feel himself coiling up, that strangely pleasant buzzy sensation that builds and builds when his ass is played with that blooms out from his hips in radiating pleasure. ]
[Cable murmurs, his voice carries a warm, affectionate pride that he knows Wade will soak up like a sponge.
He hums as he explores Wade, his free fingers moving to massage under Wade's hole and over his balls.
Cable leans over the top of Wade so he can feel his erection against the back of his thigh. His metal hand moves over the top of Wade's hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing.]
[ And Wade does drink it in, soaking that radiant praise like the sun itself. He grows wild under his touch, brown eyes rolling up behind his eyelids as he grumbles through the beautiful sensation of being fingered to the very edge of bliss. ]
Ugh — [ Wade gasps, hauling air into his lungs as he grasps Cable's metal hand in return, his grip trembling as he feels himself rolling from one anal orgasm into another. Wade moans, his hole twitching as he pushes his hips back, feels the renewed steel in Cable's cock. And as if everything else Cable was doing wasn't enough, the fact that he's hard again triggers another, stronger wave. ] What do you think I'm doing right now? You're driving me fucking crazy, fuck!
[ Weeping from the tip of his cock is a steady, clear thread of pre-cum and Cable reduces Wade to vowel sounds. Wade's breathing turns into increasingly louder groans until he's clearly peaking, melting from the inside out. It's when his body starts to quake uncontrollably, his hole twitching around Cable's fingers that his cock pulses out against the shower wall. ]
[Cable soaks in the view, watching pleasure ripple over Wade makes him almost weak at the knees himself. It is enhanced by how dizzying the warm water and steam makes the experience. It's so intoxicating it almost tricks him into feeling an intense pang of affection for Wade as he clenched around his finger.
Definitely just the horniness. Nothing more.
Cable clenches Wade's hand and thrusts his finger up hard as he hits the mark.]
Yeah. [Low, but loud.]
Good boy. Good.
[He mutters hoarsely and his finger withdraws. He hasn't prepped very generously, but he's half fucking insane with how much he wants to fuck this stupid, bald idiot again.
Cable repositions Wade's hips with his free hand, pulling aside his cheek and thrusting his cock deep inside of him.
He groans at how tight Wade is, how much hotter he is than the water. It's a perfect fucking fit. He squeezes his hand again.]
Found something you're good for.
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[ Wade is going to have a lot to process after tonight. And really, is there any questioning why he's smitten with Cable? The man is dropping one breathtaking kinky talent after another on Wade, leaving him reeling in the fact that Cable fucks and it's quickly becoming the best sex of his life. Wade makes a hoarse, delighted gasp as his hips are pulled over, drunk off the praise and buzzy pleasure of a hard orgasm.
Cable fucks the air out of his lungs and he starts to let out a giddy laugh, straining against the shower wall to look at Cable from over his shoulder. Cable is blowing his mind, being a fucking machine and sex god wrapped up in a little package. ]
How the fuck are you so good at this?
[ Wade bucks back hard enough that the wet slap of their bodies echoes over the sound of rushing water, and he grunts. Cable thrusts into him in one hot, hard go, lets out a hotter groan and then says that delicious line. Wade goes wild, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip onto Cable's hand. ]
Mh, m-yeah! Your fucking hole to cum in. [ Wade gasps. ] Y, you're amazing!
[Cable says coolly, to obscure the fact that Wade is turning him on so intensely he feels like he's losing his fucking mind. Of course, it helps to have a partner as receptive and eager as him, but truly he's just awakening things that have been dormant in Cable for a long time.
Cable's hand repositions to sit where Wade's body folds over, using the leverage it gives him to roughly yank him back and thrust him forward with his cock. It feels like a lot of pent up frustration is being ass-slapped out of him, so he draws in a deep breath to stop himself from getting too excited by Wade's words.]
It's-- you. [Hoarse again, just barely audible over the shower.]
[ The arm slung low around his hips is insane and Cable doesn't fuck him angry so much as frustrated and it's a distinction that makes holding onto Cable's hand like he's holding on for dear life a lot more interesting. Wade's still sensitive, so all this rough fucking has him feeling like his legs are turning to jelly, his grunts and groans twisting away from giddy into slutty, orgasmic vowel sounds with every hard slap of skin on skin. ]
Guh — God!
[ Wade's other hand skates around on the wet shower wall as his body jitters with another climax from getting pounded so hard that he gets black spots in his vision. He feels like he's about to go insane himself from getting fucked senseless, screaming himself hoarse. Wade's lips tighten over his mouth, a keening groan through his nose as he floats through that delicious, buzzy wave. ]
[Cable is so drunk from ecstacy and lust he nearly feels dizzy. He's grateful for their interlocked hands anchoring him and he rubs slow circles with his thumb over Wade's hand. It's a near insignificant amount of contact considering he's all the way up Wade's ass, but it means everything. That he's grateful, that he wants this-- wants Wade and he's here. Very present in this moment.
The presence of thought is lovely, it helps him acknowledge that he's doing this to Wade. He's making him cry out like this without breaking him. The allure of being a dominant has never been so apparent, though it's a feeling Cable isn't totally unfamiliar with. He's always been good at breaking someone down, he just has a partner who bounces back faster than he can ruin him.
He allows himself to enjoy every clench and jerk from Wade, the pleasure builds in him and his thrusts get more and more erratic. The arm around Wade is almost fully supporting him as he grinds into him.
Then, finally, Cable's hips rock deep, forcing him far inside Wade as he comes. It feels almost violent the way he finishes, his thighs are marked red from rutting against Wade and he struggles for a moment to support both of them. He groans, sharp, loud and shuddering, followed by:]
[ While Cable thinks of the allure of being a Dominant, Wade has to come to terms with the dawning realization that he's made for this, that his designation was what allows this to happen. It's the kind of realization that drops the floor out from under Wade, takes his breath away, makes him dizzy and delirious long after. The kind of existential crisis Wade is utterly, completely unprepared for.
Right now all he knows is he feels incredible, floating on an exhausting number of delicious sensations, and thanks to the way he anchors him by hand, he knows it's because of Cable. ]
Nate — [ Wade gulps for air, his voice wrecked. ] I've nuh, never been fucked like that.
[ He realizes he never calls him by his name, only ever Cable, and that makes his throat grow tight. He feels so overwhelmed that he reaches back for something to hold onto, his shoulder, the nape of his neck, something. Chest heaving, he struggles to catch his breath. ]
[Cable can't remember the last time anyone other than Ororo used his real name, to the extent that it feels strange to hear it. But he likes the way it sounds, coming from Wade.]
Uh-huh.
[It sounds dismissive, but he keeps his arm locked around Wade's middle. He takes a moment to catch his breath and eases them back against the wall behind them, letting Wade's stupid, tall body envelope him. His cock is still in him and he finds not immediately pulling out extends the intimacy in a way he enjoys.
Once he catches his breath and processes, he asks:]
[ Wade's got a total of what, four inches on him? Not much, but when he's risen to his full height — frankly, an impossibility when he's feeling this unsteady on his legs — it's easy to know why Cable would feel dwarfed. Wade grimaces as his joints complain about the change in position, his hands feeling blindly for Cable's body behind him, one hand reaching for his head, the other for his hand, bringing his arm around his waist in an embrace. ]
Fucked stupid.
[ Wade says, dreamily. He doesn't try to extract himself because he fucking loves it. ]
I came... so much. Many times? I dunno, I'm just... fuck.
[Cable corrects, with absolutely no humor in his voice.
He allows his arm to be moved, metal arm softly whirring as he draws himself around Wade. There is a voice in his head asking why he's cuddling this idiot, but it does feel right.]
You've been getting fucked stupid since you got here.
[Again, it's this dismissiveness that refuses to allow any actual compliments or feelings of significance from Wade to stick to him for long.]
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[He just takes what Wade says literally and ignores his new designation. Honestly, he is decently hungry and he's never said no to delivery before.
He allows himself to be pulled, but he's visibly annoyed by it since it's his goddamn house.]
Left. [He hints.]
Do they not feed you down there? [He's sort of ignoring that Wade is really asking if this is a regular thing because what he's doing now (fussing) is easier.]
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[ Wade would have rather stayed in bed with him for another few hours, nut the promise of a shower is simply too tempting to pass up. Wade hears left and feels around that wall for the bathroom, but admittedly his attention is mostly on Cable. He pauses here and there to drape his arm over his shoulder, press his mouth against his. Wade is testing out his new place not because he's interested in a new d/s lifestyle, but because he's introducing Cable to what could be. Which is rich seeing how new Wade is to this.
And he suspects that what could be won't work for them. But he suspects it's for most of the same reasons why he didn't contract with Ed. Finally, he finds the bathroom and he starts fiddling with the controls, brows furrowing. ]
Can't a guy want to cuddle? Bathe? [ After a moment, Wade gives up to put his arms around Cable's middle, not satisfied with the lack of intimacy he's had before he had to resume this tour of his apartment with Cable sliding out of his ass in the meantime. Wade hugs around his waist and noses against the side of his face. ]
It's just different.
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[Cable is not reciprocating the amount of affection he's getting from Wade, but he's also not shoving him off.
He doesn't have the emotional intelligence to articulate that he's overwhelmed by everything that has happened and that he has genuine concerns of alienating the closest thing he has to a friend.
Instead, he just leans over Wade and works the controls for him.]
Slow down.
[He murmurs, and it could apply to a range of things in this situation. He places his hands on Wade's shoulders and pushes him under the stream of water, which is (surprisingly) a pleasant temperature.]
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Wade makes an orgasmic sound as he drops his head onto Cable's shoulder, pulling him into the shower with him. ]
They're so much better, holy fucking shit.
[ wade knows it, thanks to Rowena, but he also doesn't shower with her. Wade pulls Cable in and snatches the nearest bar of soap to side it, foaming, over Cable's skin. ]
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There's plenty of room for two fully grown men and yet it's still an intimate space that forces contact. He's not sure how he feels about being scrubbed down like a muddy hog, but he's pretty deprived of gentle contact and so he allows himself to enjoy it.
His eyes fall shut as the stream of water hits his face and a small wince escapes him as he shifts his neck. He's always in some amount of discomfort from the virus and the addition of warm water is both soothing and a little uncomfortable.
He's silent for a while, then he speaks up.]
Do you live with her? Your dom?
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It's mandated. I'm allowed a total of three nights not where I'm supposed to be.
[ It's not like he's house-trained, although Rowena's tried, he just isn't passing up on the opportunity to slide his hands all over Cable's body, slick with soap — because this is kind of something Wade's into, surprised that Cable's letting him, given how intimate it is. Wade's hands slide down Cable's back and he wraps his arms around him instead, craving physical contact. He's feeling a lot of complicated things and telling himself it's only sex and the shower is only a kink and failing both. Cable probably wouldn't allow him to touch him so much if there wasn't something there, but Wade can't help but second guess anything when it comes to him. ]
I wanna see you again. [ Wade says, mouth partially muffled against his shoulder under a curtain of water. ] Make sure you're not being all noble and not, you know, having enough casual sex.
[ Wade falls terribly short of asking Cable if he wants to date, because he's a fucking coward and his timing sucks. ]
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It also draws his attention to the fact that he's receiving a disproportionate amount of service from Wade, even if he's clearly enjoying himself.
Cable's range is slightly limited compared to Wade, who is leaning over him. Still, he takes some of the soap and starts to lather Wade. In contrast to Wade's gentle, sweeping motions, Cable is methodically cleaning him.]
I'm not going anywhere. [President and CEO of Missed the Point dot Com.]
And I do fine for myself. [His voice lowers into a murmur that could be misconstrued as sexy rather than shame.]
Sleep here. When you can.
[Even when he's being nice he's being bossy.]
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Don't forget to wash under the caboose. You kinda came inside of me, I don't want to be clawing you out of me for the next thirty minutes.
[ Wade says, prissily, as if he's planned on luring Cable into cleaning up the mess he made. Looking down along his scarred body as he tries to guide one of Cable's hands down to his ass. ]
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Except they're not quite there, so it's really more like he's just leaving the door open a crack.
He rolls his eyes at Wade's playfulness.]
Yeah. I remember. [Hard to forget that.
He peels Wade off him and nudges him to turn toward the wall. His touch is slightly less methodical as he spreads Wade's ass and rubs his hole under the stream of water. His metal hand traces surprisingly delicately over the small of his back, then unfurls to push him further up against the wall.]
When you come here, you behave.
[He starts off a little uncertain with himself and his propensity for dirty talk, but he continues.]
When you're here, you're my boy.
[Pirates are banned.]
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Jesus —
[ Wade breathes, instantly turned-on. Cable's not exactly touching any hot spots but the way he's going about it makes Wade feel fucking orgasmic. He meets Cable's gaze when he tells him he has to behave. But he fucking clenches at 'my boy'. ]
Oh my god.
[ Wade whispers, a trickle of water snaking into his mouth as he shifts against the wall, unable to help himself, trying to fuck himself onto Cable's finger. He's hanging onto this moment forever, the time Cable made him promise to be his boy that he can't even say yes to, he can only nod at first, mouth sealing as he tries to suppress a shiver under a stream of hot water. ]
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Which is risky, because Cable knows Wade is becoming besotted with him in a way he doesn't really know how to react to. He can't really deny that he's fascinated with Wade, that there are multiple aspects of him he finds endearing and intriguing, but is he smitten? No. He's obsessive.
It doesn't exactly translate into casual dating for him. There are holes he doesn't want to fill but Wade slips into them.
Speaking of, Cable's finger traces around the rim of Wade's asshole. He doesn't force it in without lube, he eases it inside of him. Right up to the knuckle. He bares down on Wade so his ass sticks out more and they're closer to the same height, breathing against the shell of his ear.]
When I give you an order, you say yes sir.
[His finger curls inside of Wade and he hums approvingly.]
Got that?
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Through the constant flow of warm water, it's more pressure that Wade feels than touch, but even with the gentleness with which Cable eases his finger in, Wade tries his best to relax his ass. For a guy who claims he's not a natural bottom, Wade sure seems to take him like the world's hungriest hole. ]
Yes, yes!
[ Wade moans, his voice weak under the sheer lead weight of his desperately horny desire. Cable's finger curls and Wade's thighs quake as his confused nerve endings start to jangle discordantly like he's already coming. Wade's chest hitches as he sucks in a wet breath, grunts as he tries to nod against the wall. ]
I'll be so fucking good for you.
[ More likely he'll be bad, but right now? He's pleading, begging for it. Cable's handing him the keys to the kingdom and he still feels like he has to ask. ]
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[He corrects, punctuating it with a rougher jab inside of him.
In Cable's eyes, Wade has needy submissive written all over him and so there's no question to him that their designations are accurate. He does question how quickly he gets hard when he riles Wade up now, but it's not a problem for him now.
Cable almost laughs at Wade's promise, it comes out as sort of a hoarse, amused cough.]
I doubt that. [His finger goes back to curling inquisitively, pressing and searching for the spots that make Wade the most weak.]
You're a lot of fucking work.
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[ That rough thrust of his finger makes Wade's back stiffen, but Cable's right — Wade has to come to terms with the fact that he was fucking made for this, is the very picture of a needy, bratty submissive. One who deserves the very disbelieving laugh that barks out of Cable.
Wade trembles when that searching finger tests his hole again, and turns out said hot spots are easy to find and plentiful, or at least Wade is that level of turned on. Wade presses into it, twisting his ass to help him map out what gets him off, his breaths hitching in his chest as he lets out a higher pitched groan. He can feel himself coiling up, that strangely pleasant buzzy sensation that builds and builds when his ass is played with that blooms out from his hips in radiating pleasure. ]
Ungh! Mm, yeah — You fucking love it.
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[Cable murmurs, his voice carries a warm, affectionate pride that he knows Wade will soak up like a sponge.
He hums as he explores Wade, his free fingers moving to massage under Wade's hole and over his balls.
Cable leans over the top of Wade so he can feel his erection against the back of his thigh. His metal hand moves over the top of Wade's hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing.]
I want you to come again.
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Ugh — [ Wade gasps, hauling air into his lungs as he grasps Cable's metal hand in return, his grip trembling as he feels himself rolling from one anal orgasm into another. Wade moans, his hole twitching as he pushes his hips back, feels the renewed steel in Cable's cock. And as if everything else Cable was doing wasn't enough, the fact that he's hard again triggers another, stronger wave. ] What do you think I'm doing right now? You're driving me fucking crazy, fuck!
[ Weeping from the tip of his cock is a steady, clear thread of pre-cum and Cable reduces Wade to vowel sounds. Wade's breathing turns into increasingly louder groans until he's clearly peaking, melting from the inside out. It's when his body starts to quake uncontrollably, his hole twitching around Cable's fingers that his cock pulses out against the shower wall. ]
Holy shit, nngh!
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Definitely just the horniness. Nothing more.
Cable clenches Wade's hand and thrusts his finger up hard as he hits the mark.]
Yeah. [Low, but loud.]
Good boy. Good.
[He mutters hoarsely and his finger withdraws. He hasn't prepped very generously, but he's half fucking insane with how much he wants to fuck this stupid, bald idiot again.
Cable repositions Wade's hips with his free hand, pulling aside his cheek and thrusting his cock deep inside of him.
He groans at how tight Wade is, how much hotter he is than the water. It's a perfect fucking fit. He squeezes his hand again.]
Found something you're good for.
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Cable fucks the air out of his lungs and he starts to let out a giddy laugh, straining against the shower wall to look at Cable from over his shoulder. Cable is blowing his mind, being a fucking machine and sex god wrapped up in a little package. ]
How the fuck are you so good at this?
[ Wade bucks back hard enough that the wet slap of their bodies echoes over the sound of rushing water, and he grunts. Cable thrusts into him in one hot, hard go, lets out a hotter groan and then says that delicious line. Wade goes wild, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip onto Cable's hand. ]
Mh, m-yeah! Your fucking hole to cum in. [ Wade gasps. ] Y, you're amazing!
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[Cable says coolly, to obscure the fact that Wade is turning him on so intensely he feels like he's losing his fucking mind. Of course, it helps to have a partner as receptive and eager as him, but truly he's just awakening things that have been dormant in Cable for a long time.
Cable's hand repositions to sit where Wade's body folds over, using the leverage it gives him to roughly yank him back and thrust him forward with his cock. It feels like a lot of pent up frustration is being ass-slapped out of him, so he draws in a deep breath to stop himself from getting too excited by Wade's words.]
It's-- you. [Hoarse again, just barely audible over the shower.]
You drive me fucking insane.
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Guh — God!
[ Wade's other hand skates around on the wet shower wall as his body jitters with another climax from getting pounded so hard that he gets black spots in his vision. He feels like he's about to go insane himself from getting fucked senseless, screaming himself hoarse. Wade's lips tighten over his mouth, a keening groan through his nose as he floats through that delicious, buzzy wave. ]
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The presence of thought is lovely, it helps him acknowledge that he's doing this to Wade. He's making him cry out like this without breaking him. The allure of being a dominant has never been so apparent, though it's a feeling Cable isn't totally unfamiliar with. He's always been good at breaking someone down, he just has a partner who bounces back faster than he can ruin him.
He allows himself to enjoy every clench and jerk from Wade, the pleasure builds in him and his thrusts get more and more erratic. The arm around Wade is almost fully supporting him as he grinds into him.
Then, finally, Cable's hips rock deep, forcing him far inside Wade as he comes. It feels almost violent the way he finishes, his thighs are marked red from rutting against Wade and he struggles for a moment to support both of them. He groans, sharp, loud and shuddering, followed by:]
Fuck, Wade.
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Right now all he knows is he feels incredible, floating on an exhausting number of delicious sensations, and thanks to the way he anchors him by hand, he knows it's because of Cable. ]
Nate — [ Wade gulps for air, his voice wrecked. ] I've nuh, never been fucked like that.
[ He realizes he never calls him by his name, only ever Cable, and that makes his throat grow tight. He feels so overwhelmed that he reaches back for something to hold onto, his shoulder, the nape of his neck, something. Chest heaving, he struggles to catch his breath. ]
Please don't let go, my legs are fucked.
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Uh-huh.
[It sounds dismissive, but he keeps his arm locked around Wade's middle. He takes a moment to catch his breath and eases them back against the wall behind them, letting Wade's stupid, tall body envelope him. His cock is still in him and he finds not immediately pulling out extends the intimacy in a way he enjoys.
Once he catches his breath and processes, he asks:]
Fucked like what?
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Fucked stupid.
[ Wade says, dreamily. He doesn't try to extract himself because he fucking loves it. ]
I came... so much. Many times? I dunno, I'm just... fuck.
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[Cable corrects, with absolutely no humor in his voice.
He allows his arm to be moved, metal arm softly whirring as he draws himself around Wade. There is a voice in his head asking why he's cuddling this idiot, but it does feel right.]
You've been getting fucked stupid since you got here.
[Again, it's this dismissiveness that refuses to allow any actual compliments or feelings of significance from Wade to stick to him for long.]
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